Where would you rather be?

Anywhere but here

When will the time be right?

Anytime but now

On the edge of sleep,

I was drifting for half the night

Anxious and restless

pressed down by the darkness

Bound up and wound up so tight

So many decisions, a million revisions

Caught between darkness and light...

Wilderness of mirrors

World of polished steel

Gears and iron chains

Turn the grinding wheel

I run between the shadows

Some are phantoms, some are real

Where would you rather be?

Anywhere but here

When will the time be right?

Anytime but now

The doubt and the fear

I know would all disappear

Anywhere but here

On the edge of sleep,

I heard voices behind the door

The known and the nameless

familiar and faceless

My angels and my demons at war

Which one will lose--depends on what I choose

Or maybe which voice I ignore...

Wilderness of mirrors

Streets of cold desire

My precious sense of honor

Just a shield of rusty wire

I hold against the chaos--

Amd the cross of holy fire

Wilderness of mirrors

So easy to deceive

My precious sense of rightness

Is sometimes so naive

So that which I imagine

Is that which I believe

On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright

Rested and fearless, cheered by your nearness

I knew which direction was right

The case had been tried by the jury inside

The choice between darkness and light...